Joe jumped out of bed and slung on his usual garb; leather jacket, boots and pants and attached his many accessory chains and spiked wrist bands he wore. Making sure his hair was hairsprayed until he was almost spiky. He then went out into the hallway, banging on the doors of the other lads waking them up. Billy frowning and then having Joe in his face telling him that his fuck boy wanted to see him.
Viktor came out offering the finger to Joe until he listened to his bassist. Huh. So harp boy wanted to meet them all? Fine. If he fucked the punk off surely he'd get a barrage of abuse. Joe didn't want any shit starting so would keep Viktor in line, hopefully, as they rode the elevator down and out into the cool air outside. Joe, walking up to Rik as soon as he saw him.
Rik is leaning on a purple Ducati racing bike and Aarne is straddling a matching Ducati.
"Want to go for a ride?" Rik asked he could hear the rumbling rolling up across the lot and getting louder. "Viktor, you going to ride bitch like the rest of your band? It is where you belong."
Rik was poking fun at him. Truth is as Vars rolled up on his loud chopped out Harley Aarne and Rik started laughing. They hadn't told either of the punks they'd be riding the same bike. However, the two had decided they needed shoved together a little more.
Viktor looked at he bikes and liked what he saw. Ducatis. Not bad. He was more into Harleys like what Vars was riding since he valued noise over speed. Then, the Dane was poking fun at him. Billy hoped it wouldn't set the singer off since last time they had fight and that wasn't pretty.
"Fuck off, blondie. At least I'm not a prissy bitch with a girly purple bike. Are you sure you're man enough to ride that?"
Billy stepped forwards and knocked Viktor's arm with his fist as a joke before sliding onto the back of Rik's bike, sliding both arms around his lover. Joe, just raised an eyebrow and giggled. So, they would all be riding somewhere. It sounded like fun. Jumping onto the back of Aarne's bike, he couldn't resist kissing the back of the Fin's neck as he nuzzled in close, holding on tight.
Viktor stood with his arms crossed staring at Rik with a scowl.
I am my car. When I'm in root mode (cat mode) I'm a little bigger than most humans can comfortably interact with so sometimes I send in a holographic avatar of myself when I have to deal with them.
So my consciousness was in the avatar and you essentially had sex on top of me when I was asleep. Try not to do that again okay? My brother can fix my paint but gross.
You're a car? But you're also a metal cat creature. That's amazing, mate. I'm not even that high and you can talk! I've no idea what you're even talking about but it sounds like something out of a movie.
Yeah, sorry about that. Aarne and me, we got a bit wild. If I knew it was you instead of a normal car I would have picked a better spot to fuck. We won't do it again don't worry, honey.
Well, aren't you a clever boy? I have a degree in fucking and playing bass guitar. Do those count too?
[The latter being real enough since Joe is a bass player but as for fucking? Yeah. That's more of a hobby.]
Stepped on? What the fuck? That's some serious shit right there, honey. No one will step on my ass because I'll cause a riot if someone does. It'll be naked ass time and no one will stop me.
[Sorry, Glit. This guy might be high and drunk.]
You can sing and you're learning to play the guitar? That's great, love. Too bad about the no booze and drugs but if you've got a kid then I understand. I don't think I'm responsible enough to have kids.
On what planet do they actually give degrees in fucking?
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I don't think you understand how Cybertron works. The average height of most people there is between 20 and 30 feet tall, and everyone's made of metal. I am incredibly short for a Cybertronian. I have to watch out for people's feet myself, and you're even smaller than me and you're made of meat.
It was then Joe put his phone away and heard the drum stick clatter against his balcony door window. Of course. Smirking, he pushed the doors open to allow the drummer inside. Was he sat on the roof the whole time? With Aarne anything was possible. Was he drunk and horny? Who cared. Joe wanted him.
"Babe?"
Peeking his head out he looked up and wondered if he would spot the Fin coming down the tiles with his long legs out in front of him.
Aarne hasn't started climbing yet but is sitting on the next balcony over, legs dangling over the side while he waited for the Brit to come out. The distance between the balconies was about 5 feet but Aarne could easily jump it if he wanted.
There are a couple blow up dolls drifting away into the sky like lost balloons. The Fin giggling about them because he is most certainly drunk and where the Brit is concerned always vaguely horny for him.
"Hey, makea juttu." He knows Joe won't understand but he can't resist. Even without understanding the exact words, the tone and smile are flirtatious.
Joe looked up and giggled as he saw a few of the sex dolls just floating across the jet black sky going to fuck knows where. It was hilarious and then he looked across to see the Fin dangling his legs over the balcony.
"What did you call me, honey? It sounds dirty."
Was the bassist slightly drunk? Of course he was. He'd been drinking since midday and was now wanting to spend time with his Fin. It seemed Aarne was drunk too launching sex dolls into the night sky filled with helium. Only he would do such a crazy thing. Joe loved this about the drummer; he was crazy and hot.
"Come over here and join me. My legs aren't long enough to make the jump to your balcony. Last time I tried to climb a building I got a bit stuck."
"It is. Hunter "The Man" Ivarsson." Aarne laughs shaking his head. "And he thinks it is funny that Rik was named Razor Rik in the media. That isn't nothing compared to "the Man"."
Aarne spelled the Swedish out for Joe and produced several laces from his corsets and various other items. While Joe wrote, Aarne tied the lace to the wrist of the larger doll. "These are going to be like kinky party balloons."
The Fin is giggling so much he is having a hard time tying the knots.
Joe just burst out laughing at that because fuck! It was just too funny. "The Man" sounded like a fucking porn star name since his mind was always in the gutter. Looking around for a Ronno doll the bassist eventually found a blond haired male doll. He jumped up and grabbed the hand of it pulling it down to begin writing on.
"Found Ronno. This one's got a big cock. Ziggy should like it."
He began writing "Mick Ronno" onto the dolls chest as he snorted out giggling laughter. Such a shit show and he was loving it. Aarne himself could barely keep a straight face because they were drunk and making blow up dolls of everyone. Of course they were.
"Is Gilly's stage name "The Tart" because he fucks "The Man."
Why the fuck not? Peachy and I wanted to have a disco on the balcony because it's fucking awesome! Booze, coke and a good load of loud crazy tunes. You want to join in, honey? There's enough to go around.
Yes, well, that part does not surprise me. However, I swear I saw that massive piece of disco decor in a hotel ballroom earlier this afternoon while I was quietly browsing the various art installations on property.
"I think he's ok now but when he first saw me he screamed and looked scared. Was it really that fucking bad? Blood all over my face and shit? Because I couldn't see anything!"
Joe was also too drunk to feel any pain so was wondering what the hell was going on when his eye started to swell up and he couldn't see through it. Fuck, that part freaked him out a little.
Joe, I have no idea if you were naked. I wasn’t up there with you guys. I mean, you were having sex, so I’m guessing at least that part was naked? I think that’s how that has to work?
Face wounds bleed a lot. but at least, they almost always look way worse than they really are.
"Fuck yeah, babe! Ok, I'll get the helium tanker set up to pump up the cocks."
Joe had been instructed on how to use said tanker thanks to giving the driver a load of dollars bills to hire out his helium tanker for the night. It was pretty easy with a pipe connected to the gas chamber and then the nozzle into the balloons. What could go wrong?
"I'll wait for you, Peachy."
The Brit picking up the flat cock balloons and wanting to blow them up with Aarne next to him.
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Joe jumped out of bed and slung on his usual garb; leather jacket, boots and pants and attached his many accessory chains and spiked wrist bands he wore. Making sure his hair was hairsprayed until he was almost spiky. He then went out into the hallway, banging on the doors of the other lads waking them up. Billy frowning and then having Joe in his face telling him that his fuck boy wanted to see him.
Viktor came out offering the finger to Joe until he listened to his bassist. Huh. So harp boy wanted to meet them all? Fine. If he fucked the punk off surely he'd get a barrage of abuse. Joe didn't want any shit starting so would keep Viktor in line, hopefully, as they rode the elevator down and out into the cool air outside. Joe, walking up to Rik as soon as he saw him.
"What is it, hot cakes? Got a surprise for us?"
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"Want to go for a ride?" Rik asked he could hear the rumbling rolling up across the lot and getting louder. "Viktor, you going to ride bitch like the rest of your band? It is where you belong."
Rik was poking fun at him. Truth is as Vars rolled up on his loud chopped out Harley Aarne and Rik started laughing. They hadn't told either of the punks they'd be riding the same bike. However, the two had decided they needed shoved together a little more.
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"Fuck off, blondie. At least I'm not a prissy bitch with a girly purple bike. Are you sure you're man enough to ride that?"
Billy stepped forwards and knocked Viktor's arm with his fist as a joke before sliding onto the back of Rik's bike, sliding both arms around his lover. Joe, just raised an eyebrow and giggled. So, they would all be riding somewhere. It sounded like fun. Jumping onto the back of Aarne's bike, he couldn't resist kissing the back of the Fin's neck as he nuzzled in close, holding on tight.
Viktor stood with his arms crossed staring at Rik with a scowl.
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Did I accidentally ruin your ride? Sorry, if I did. Just thought you were a regular cop car.
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So my consciousness was in the avatar and you essentially had sex on top of me when I was asleep. Try not to do that again okay? My brother can fix my paint but gross.
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Yeah, sorry about that. Aarne and me, we got a bit wild. If I knew it was you instead of a normal car I would have picked a better spot to fuck. We won't do it again don't worry, honey.
Who's your brother?
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How about I meet you at the bottom of the tallest skyscraper? Sound good to you?
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[Because Joe wants to do this.]
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[The latter being real enough since Joe is a bass player but as for fucking? Yeah. That's more of a hobby.]
Stepped on? What the fuck? That's some serious shit right there, honey. No one will step on my ass because I'll cause a riot if someone does. It'll be naked ass time and no one will stop me.
[Sorry, Glit. This guy might be high and drunk.]
You can sing and you're learning to play the guitar? That's great, love. Too bad about the no booze and drugs but if you've got a kid then I understand. I don't think I'm responsible enough to have kids.
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[Hey, Glit's heard of weirder things.]
I don't think you understand how Cybertron works. The average height of most people there is between 20 and 30 feet tall, and everyone's made of metal. I am incredibly short for a Cybertronian. I have to watch out for people's feet myself, and you're even smaller than me and you're made of meat.
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[Of course he did.]
20-30 feet? Fuck---that's huge! You guys are big boys, aren't you? Metal boys. Yeah, I'm made of meat but I'm hot meat, sugar. Smoking hot!
[This guy is trash. Sorry, Glit.]
What do you guys do for fun?
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I bet you do.
It was then Joe put his phone away and heard the drum stick clatter against his balcony door window. Of course. Smirking, he pushed the doors open to allow the drummer inside. Was he sat on the roof the whole time? With Aarne anything was possible. Was he drunk and horny? Who cared. Joe wanted him.
"Babe?"
Peeking his head out he looked up and wondered if he would spot the Fin coming down the tiles with his long legs out in front of him.
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There are a couple blow up dolls drifting away into the sky like lost balloons. The Fin giggling about them because he is most certainly drunk and where the Brit is concerned always vaguely horny for him.
"Hey, makea juttu." He knows Joe won't understand but he can't resist. Even without understanding the exact words, the tone and smile are flirtatious.
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"What did you call me, honey? It sounds dirty."
Was the bassist slightly drunk? Of course he was. He'd been drinking since midday and was now wanting to spend time with his Fin. It seemed Aarne was drunk too launching sex dolls into the night sky filled with helium. Only he would do such a crazy thing. Joe loved this about the drummer; he was crazy and hot.
"Come over here and join me. My legs aren't long enough to make the jump to your balcony. Last time I tried to climb a building I got a bit stuck."
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Aarne spelled the Swedish out for Joe and produced several laces from his corsets and various other items. While Joe wrote, Aarne tied the lace to the wrist of the larger doll. "These are going to be like kinky party balloons."
The Fin is giggling so much he is having a hard time tying the knots.
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Joe just burst out laughing at that because fuck! It was just too funny. "The Man" sounded like a fucking porn star name since his mind was always in the gutter. Looking around for a Ronno doll the bassist eventually found a blond haired male doll. He jumped up and grabbed the hand of it pulling it down to begin writing on.
"Found Ronno. This one's got a big cock. Ziggy should like it."
He began writing "Mick Ronno" onto the dolls chest as he snorted out giggling laughter. Such a shit show and he was loving it. Aarne himself could barely keep a straight face because they were drunk and making blow up dolls of everyone. Of course they were.
"Is Gilly's stage name "The Tart" because he fucks "The Man."
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It didn't seem like that much at all. Did you clean the puke off me or was that someone else? I can't remember.
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Or puking.
Which apparently, you at least sort of remember.
Yeah, that was me too.
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Hey, oh! Listen to this song.
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For Minoru
Joe was also too drunk to feel any pain so was wondering what the hell was going on when his eye started to swell up and he couldn't see through it. Fuck, that part freaked him out a little.
"Was I naked? I can't remember."
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Face wounds bleed a lot. but at least, they almost always look way worse than they really are.
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"Fuck yeah, babe! Ok, I'll get the helium tanker set up to pump up the cocks."
Joe had been instructed on how to use said tanker thanks to giving the driver a load of dollars bills to hire out his helium tanker for the night. It was pretty easy with a pipe connected to the gas chamber and then the nozzle into the balloons. What could go wrong?
"I'll wait for you, Peachy."
The Brit picking up the flat cock balloons and wanting to blow them up with Aarne next to him.
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Aarne stopped in the main room to grab the markers. They were going to need those for Joe's plan to write on the cocks.
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